“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label pen is mightier than the sword. Show all posts
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Monday, March 23, 2020
Reflection
A daughter is a distorted mirror
Image
of her mother
in a different light-
She reflects tiny scratches
caused by sharp objects
hurled at the surface
not hard enough
to break this concentration
of silhouette
and deformity of depth.
Only an Impression
too light
to stay in one body
fills the frame
out toward its beveled edges.
And all that cannot be contained
by Image is Imagination.
The daughter does not recognize
Herself
as better than
as more than
a mother could bear.
A swift movement of time blurs
the point
when the daughter draws her sword,
and the mother caps her pen.
Image credit: By Marcantonio Raidmondi (1480-1534), 'Justice personified' Engraving circa 1515-1525 in Public Domain.
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